As Ramadan comes to a close, I am not a little bit surprised at how I managed to get so little sleep without either getting more to eat or performing more devotions. I seem to start every day dragging, without the benefits of caffeine or the secure feeling of knowing that I have been spending the nights deep in prayer and contemplation. Instead I am up later than I would like somehow not drinking enough water and then using what meager mental resources I have not falling asleep on the drive to work. I’ve got a few days left and I am fairly certain that I am not going to be correcting course significantly and have to chalk this one up as a “well at least I tried … kinda” attempt.


Today is the day my little rhino was born and I am so over the moon to be her dad. It’s really something insane to think that I stood in a delivery room and watched her come into the world, and held her and marveled at her tiny self. Today she’s a person with opinions, a little girl whose curly hair gets in her face, who wants me to stay with her in the room until she falls asleep. What happened? How did I get here? When will she stop wanting me to hold her hand while she falls asleep? This is something I think about since becoming a dad.